Broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown forever Let the bell toll And Guy de Vere - hast thou no tear? Weep now or nevermore
Let the burial rite be read Come and let the funeral song be sung An anthem for the queenliest dead That ever died so young A dirge for her the doubly dead That ever died so young That ever died so young
My heart is light Tonight No dirge will I upraise Just let a Sabbath song go up to God So solemnly And waft the angel on her flight
How shall the ritual be read And by who the requiem be sung For when she fell in feeble health You and your slanderous tongue You turned an innocent to death That ever died so young That ever died so young
My heart is light Tonight No dirge will I upraise Just let a Sabbath song go up to God So solemnly And waft the angel on her flight
From hell unto a high estate From grief and groan, to a golden throne Beside the King The King of Heaven
My heart is light Tonight No dirge will I upraise Just let a Sabbath song go up to God So solemnly And waft the angel, the angel, the angel The angel on her flight
